“You can’t do that,” I hiss yet I make no effort to move away, enjoying the comfort I’ve been seeking for days too much to give a shit about anything else. “I’m mad at you.” Nick’s smile is rueful, fingertips grazing my neck as he smooths my hair away from my face. “I know,” he says quietly, breath tickling my cheek as he kisses the bruised skin gently, wearing an honest, truly apologetic expression. “You’re not damaged, Amelia, and I’m sorry I made you feel like that. But,” I reel back, narrowing my eyes at the sudden twinkle in his eyes, “can you be mad at me in the car? We’re late.”
